Batman tumbled off the rooftop in a rather sorry state.
The instant he hit the ground, he braced himself with one arm, flipped backward to disperse the force, and landed steadily in the street.
It was a secluded road. The surrounding area was pitch-black at night, with only the bulbs on the utility poles illuminating the street.
Batman looked up at the rooftop, a Batarang loaded with a concussion grenade in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.
He had encountered a formidable enemy. Very formidable!
In their earlier clash, he had been at a disadvantage.
Her attacks had been fast, and she was highly experienced in combat. She had not given him any opportunity to fight back.
He could only rely on his agility to evade her.
What troubled Batman more was that his unique stealth technology seemed nonexistent before her.
She was not wearing thermal goggles, either. Moreover, the suit Batman wore now was immune to most detection methods.
Even life detectors were useless.
Yet they had failed on that woman. It was strange, but not something worth questioning. Batman was merely wondering—
When had Gotham produced another woman this powerful?
It was not that Batman discriminated against women. It was simply that, among the people he knew in a place like Gotham—
There was only Huntress, who had recently appeared in the Upper East Side and used a crossbow to hunt Mafia gang members, and... Gordon's daughter.
Barbara, whose personality had practically been molded from the same template as Gordon's, was also the first person to locate the Batcave through the internet and dare to come knocking in person.
Tonight truly was an unfamiliar night.
There was a faint sound from the corner of the wall to his right. Before Batman could even turn around, the